In the past dynasties, which emperor has been able to pat his chest and brazenly guarantee that everyone in the country he governs will live and work in peace and contentment, without war, bloodshed, or suffering? The world is so big, how can one person manage it?

Even if the gods come into the world, even if it is three heads and six arms, even if it is—that's it.

People are always like this, fantasizing about being able to go to the sky to pick up the stars, thinking that if one leg has stepped into the officialdom, they will sit down and have the consciousness of the common people, but when the flames really burn, they will not only be obediently devoured, but they will turn into dry wood to add wings to the tiger.

Such ordinary people, they don't know the hardships and dangers, and the trivial chores of a few homeless people have all been reported, are they afraid that the candle in the study will not be able to stay all night?

Obviously he wanted to smile contemptuously, but His Royal Highness King Zhennan's wrist shook slightly, and in an instant, a layer of black mist floated in front of his eyes, and in just an instant, it changed from thin to thick as ink.

Immediately after, a fishy wind rushed in his mind, and a long sword with cold light suddenly flashed in front of him, which could graze the corners of his eyes, but avoided his shining pupils—the sparkling light was the continuous war on the opposite hillside.

The flames flowed like a phoenix flower that broke through the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a ferocious fire spread out, and a slightly pale and clear face quietly appeared from among the red and blood-red flowers, revealing a gentle smile at him.

On the corners of his forehead, two white hairs seemed to turn into sharp hard thorns, cutting through the raging flames, and rushing straight towards his pupils with an irrepressible ferocious aura.

Song Yuchen closed his eyes uncontrollably, but the imaginary pain in his heart did not appear, and the surroundings suddenly cooled down, and the noisy noise turned into a handful of blue ashes, which was blown away by the mist condensed by countless souls-

When I opened my eyes, the unknown weeds on the windowsill were lush.

Song Yuchen stopped for a while, and then took a sip of tea without changing his face, but only after taking a sip, he changed his mind and picked up the fold again.

This Yongxian county magistrate, who has never met before, is very good at nonsense, and he writes a few large pages with enthusiasm, ten out of ten are full of water, and he feels soft in his hand, as if a stream will flow out at any time, but it is interesting to stay and send it to the palace to show his imperial brother, and it should be relieved.

"Ouch-"

The young man's clear voice pierced the silence of the small courtyard, startling the eighth brother who was closing his eyes in the birdcage, and struggling out of an almost undetectable arc - since it was taken over by this pair of masters and apprentices, its small life has been very smooth, almost two or three days to gain an extra fat or two, even if it is frightened, it is difficult to fiddle with this rich body and escape in time.

At this moment, it squeaked and struggled, and its fat body shook the birdcage violently, and even the tops of the unlucky apricot tree with the cage shook with it, shaking off a small apricot blossom that had only bloomed for a short time.

The tiny flowers swayed and fell, falling in the breeze between the black hair of the young man in red, and matched his surprisingly bright eyes very well.

However, the little boy did not have the consciousness of pity for the fragrance and jade, and took off the delicate flowers, and fiercely clenched them into a handful of fragrant mincs in his palm.

As soon as Shi Qingran lifted up the charred casserole in front of him, he saw the scene of "spicy hands destroying flowers", and after swallowing his saliva, he laughed dryly twice and said, "Haha, I failed again, hahaha......"

"Hahahaha! Stupid you've got it! Yin Xiaoqi slapped the palm full of fragrance, and rushed over with a strong step and raised his fist to hit Shi Qingran in the face, and then flicked it on her head, and the force was almost invisible.

Yin Ming said good-naturedly, "Xiao Qi-"

"Master, don't call me yet! I'm really going to be! How could there be such a stupid person! Yin Xiaoqi angrily spun around in place several times.

Lang'er sat quietly and silently, and it was no surprise that the thunder and rain were tossing, and it meant that she was about to sit stiff into a cold stone statue - in fact, she had almost achieved this standard, and the detached and indifferent look on her face was very well done, and if you didn't look closely, it was difficult to find that her two eyes were piercing Shi Qingran and nailed to the sick beauty behind her.

The breeze was light, and the shadows of the flowers and branches swayed, casting a few small spots of light on Yin Mingzhi's pale overhead face, which lit up for a while as the position of the tree shadow moved, and then slowly extinguished for a while.

Like the stars that twinkle in the dark night sky.

Then there was a "bang", and Yin Xiaoqi slapped the charred casserole to the side.

He dragged Shi Qingran to the front of the stone case with a stinky face, and conjured a bright and brand-new casserole from somewhere and stuffed it into her hand, hating that iron is not steel, "It's the last time!" I'll show you one last time, it's up to you to learn it! If this time—"

He gritted his teeth for a long time, and he couldn't come up with any fierce words, so he simply swallowed the second half of the sentence, and hummed for a while, "I really don't teach you!" ”

Shi Qingran honestly cooperated with him to pretend to be cowardly, of course, it may be really cowardly.

She smiled wryly, opened the oiled paper bag on the table, took out a fried golden crispy white sugar cake and handed it to him, half flattering and half sincere, "I remember-this is the one you said you liked the most, I got up early in the morning to buy it, can you try it?" ”

Yin Xiaoqi's eyelashes moved, and he was just about to speak, when out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Yin Mingzhi, who was sitting on the beauty couch next to him and looked at him silently, and when the words came to his mouth, he turned around unexpectedly, and turned into an unceremonious reprimand, "What are you talking about!" Do you still want to learn how to refine the antidote? The gentleman cooks far away, and thinks about what these things are like all day long. ”

He muttered for a while, and unceremoniously took a bite of the white sugar cake in his hand—just one bite, and the young man decisively threw away his pretense of old age.

It's so delicious, too!

Yin Xiaoqi, who took this flattery openly, didn't mention anything about "Gentleman Yuan's Cooking" Yunyun, and almost ate the oil paper package together, and then his face improved a lot, and he took the initiative to raise his butt and demonstrated the dispensing of medicine smoothly, and then raised his chin and said in a good mood, "Do you understand?" ”

Shi Qingran shook his head, "No-"

Yin Xiaoqi glared at him.

“...... Got it. Shi Qingran changed his words with a very bright face, and finally saw the young man nodding condescendingly at her with a belly full of sweet taste.